I’m on Ashley Madison.com, the behemoth of extramarital-dating sites, whose controversial slogan is "Life is short. But you probably don’t know anyone on it—or at least anyone who admits to being on it.Because if you go on the site, you’ll find a lot of avatars adorned with a simple drawing of a woman’s face and a confidential finger over pursed pink lips, with the promise of additional "Private Showcase" photos, viewable only if the member sends you a "key." Many profiles are eloquent and demure, asking men to compose thoughtful missives and to refrain from sending erection photos.
Megan prefers younger men whom she can think of as her "boy toys—my playthings." She asks how old I am.We sent writer and monogamist Teddy Wayne to meet the growing flock of lady Don Drapers *And not by their husbands My eyes are blurry from too many post-midnight hours in front of my laptop, trolling through scores of Internet-dating profiles of women.I’m carpet bombing them with the same boilerplate message, suggesting, with unsurpassed creativity and seductiveness, that we get together for a drink.In short, she doesn’t fit the portrait of the promiscuous, inconstant woman cast as the adulteress in Hollywood dramas. Over cold Cusqueña beers on a hot July afternoon, Megan drops the professional mien."I’m a dirty old man trapped in a woman’s body," she says.